Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Love Forced Upon Us COMPLETE	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 25105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any concepts or characters associated with it. I am not making any money from this this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 3
- 4
- 5
UPDATED: November 2018 - Improved grammar, punctuation, and spelling.
AN: This is a much darker story that most of my usual writing, please do pay attention to the warnings given and do not read if you think you will be affected by any of the subject matter.
WARNINGS: This story will contain some adult themes, including non-consensual sexual activity, graphic scenes of hetero. sexual activity and abuse. This story also contains pregnancy, gender changing potions, major and minor character death (I have been advised to add a major character death warning, these are minor characters in the canon, but more major for this story; but are not Harry or Draco) and both heterosexual and homosexual relationships.
Enjoy.

Part 4

The next week passed fairly easily. Ron and Hermione spent a lot of time at the house telling Harry and Draco about the Order and the war.
They told them how the ministry was lost. This had caused Harry to freak out about them still using the floo network before Hermione explained that they had created their own very small network between the few Order residences. All of these locations had Fidelius Charms, as well as being made unplottable and given every protection the Order could think of.
Harry smiled at how in control Hermione was but that calm exterior would seem to shatter when she would get frustrated explaining about their fruitless attempts to figure out how to get close enough to kill Nagini.
“We need to figure out a way to lure Voldemort out,” Harry said one say, as he was sitting on the floor between Draco’s legs, leaning back against him.
“Lure him out?” Draco asked sceptically.
Harry nodded. “We don’t stand a chance of getting at him or Nagini where he and his Death Eaters are held up. We have no way of knowing what he is planning though, with Snape dead. I assume he is trying to find Draco and me, but other than that...”
Hermione and Ron shared a look which Harry didn’t miss.
“Okay spill...” she demanded.
Hermione watched Draco nervously as she started to speak. “We... we do kind of have a spy, not one high-ranked like Snape was, but enough to get some idea of what the Death Eaters are up to.”
“Who?” Draco asked slowly, not liking the way Hermione was looking at him.
“Well, you have to understand, most of the Death Eaters have been told that both you and Harry are dead.”
“What...?” Harry and Draco exclaimed in unison.
“We always suspected the news about Harry was false, but...” Hermione continued.
“You never questioned that I was dead,” Draco finished.
Hermione nodded. “That’s when Pansy showed up at The Burrow. I don’t know how she found out where to go, but she wanted to help.”
“Pansy is a spy for the order?” Draco looked horrified. “She promised me she would leave, that she would stay away from the Death Eaters. She went back...”
“Because she DIDN’T believe you were dead. She has been keeping us somewhat informed, as best she can.”
Draco was frowning, clearly not happy that his friend had been put in such a situation, but glad that she was at least still alive to the best of their knowledge.
“There is only one thing we know for sure that Voldemort wants,” Harry said quietly.
“Harry, don’t be stupid, there is no way we are using you OR the baby as bait,” Draco snapped.
“But...” Harry tried again.
“No means no, Harry. I know you don’t want us to be all over-protective of you but you are pregnant and there is no way in hell I am letting you anywhere near Voldemort...”
Harry sighed. He knew it was a bad idea but they had to do something. Hermione and Ron watched the interaction between the other two with interest. They were no more willing than Draco to let Harry go anywhere.
“If Pansy has been spying you must have files on what she has been able to tell you. I assume you didn’t share them because you didn’t want to explain where the information came from,” Draco said, keen to change the subject back toward safer ground.
Hermione nodded and Ron sighed before getting to his feet.
“I will go get them,” Ron told them before disappearing into the floo
“Harry, you need to worry less. I know this is frustrating but there is nothing that we can do at the moment. Like we told you before, Voldemort has control of the ministry, of Hogwarts, of Hogsmeade, and Diagon Alley, but there have been no attacks for a while,” Hermione explained. “Pansy said that all the Death Eaters have been confused by his obsession with restoring himself.”
“Restoring himself? What does that even mean? Does that have something to do with our son?” Harry asked, wide-eyed with apprehension, and with the hope of finding some understanding at last.
“Well maybe. We don’t really have a lot to go on but I believe there is almost certainly a connection; I am just not sure exactly what it is yet. Keeping you and that child safe have to be our top priority. If he has a plan to make himself stronger there is no way we can allow it to happen.” Hermione looked up as Ron returned with the files in hand.
“Here, just don’t mess them up, I spent a long time making sure they were up to Hermione’s standards,” Ron almost growled at Draco before finally releasing them into his grasp.
Harry had to hold back a laugh at the way Ron was speaking to the blond. Granted they had managed to be completely civil to each other thus far but Ron would always manage to word things such that they became a warning and Draco would make light of whatever it was Ron had to say. Harry, however, was just glad the two had managed to reach some kind of status quo, even if it was only for her sake.
-#-
“She looks so tiny when she is sleeping.”
Ron was standing next to Hermione, watching Draco carefully covering Harry with a blanket. She had fallen asleep on the sofa whilst they were talking.
“At least she seems to be somewhat healthier than when they first arrived,” Hermione remarked with a smile.
Ron nodded and leaned on the doorframe, frowning as he watched Draco lean down and place a kiss on Harry’s forehead. “I never thought we would become so reliant on Malfoy being a good father.”
Hermione turned to face Ron. “I don’t think that’s something we really need to worry about. I mean, look at them.” She waved her hand towards the young couple. “Draco would go to the ends of the earth to protect both Harry and that baby of theirs.”
“Hermione’s right,” Draco said as he came over to them. “You would do well to remember that that is my child Harry is carrying, they are my family. There is nothing anyone could do to make me abandon or betray them.”
“We know, Draco, don’t worry.” Hermione placed a hand on his arm. He supposed it was supposed to be supportive or something, his face must have shown his confusion however because it made Ron laugh.
“Look, I know you have been keeping us here, away from everyone because you weren’t sure you could trust me, but I really think Harry needs to get out of here. It feels like we have just upgraded our prison rather than escaped from it. I think it would help if she could at least see other people, see that other people she cares about are okay.”
Hermione looked thoughtful for a few moments before she began to explain.
“That was why we initially kept you both here. But now it is more that the fewer people who know Harry is alive, the safer. That said, I think maybe you are right. Ron, we should bring your mother here, maybe Ginny too.”
Ron looked unconvinced. “You want to put them in danger by bringing them here, putting them between Voldemort and Harry? Besides, given their history, I doubt Harry really wants to see Ginny at the moment.”
“Okay, fair point about Ginny but Molly is the closest thing Harry has to a mother.”
“Fine... fine.” Ron conceded, “She is going to kill us for keeping Harry here for over a week without telling her though.”
-#-
“Mum, wait, please...” Ron was following closely behind a very determined Mrs Weasley, through the halls of The Burrow.
“Mrs Weasley, she is sleeping, please. We will take you to see her later, I promise, but please...” Hermione begged from a few paces behind Ron.
She rounded on them both as they all reached the bottom of the stairs. “You tell me Harry is...”
Ron and Hermione both shushed her automatically, “We don’t want people to know she is alive, it could put them in danger.” Hermione explained.
Mrs Weasley sighed but nodded her understanding none the less.
“Fine,” she said huffily. “I won’t wake him... her, but Harry is like one of my children to me, just as you are, Hermione. I need to see her with my own eyes and I am not waiting another day.”
-#-
Mrs Weasley crouched next to the bed and reached out to gently move a curl from Harry’s forehead. So focused as she was, she failed to notice that Draco was watching her cautiously, never loosening his grasp from around the small form in his arms.
“It is strange, isn’t it. Looks so much like Harry and yet so different.” Draco’s voice was not much more than a whisper, not wanting to wake the sleeping teen.
Molly nodded. “I can’t get over how tiny she is.” She placed a hand on the covers where Harry’s pregnant belly could be seen. “And how big she is too.”
Draco actually laughed a bit at that. “Trust me, after six months this is still weird.”
“Hermione seemed pretty sure that the two of you were serious about each other though.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love Harry, I plan to stick around as long as Harry will have me.” Draco smiled and pulled Harry closer still.
“You are going to be around for quite a while then,” Harry mumbled, making them both jump.
“Thought you were sleeping.”
“I was, Draco, but you kept muttering near my ear.”
“Oh, sorry.” Draco kissed her hair whilst chuckling.
Harry’s eyes flickered open and she tensed when she realised how close Mrs Weasley was.
“Hello, dear.” Her eyes smiled sadly at how timid Harry seemed. “It’s good to see you. You had us all pretty worried.”
“Mrs Weasley...” Harry returned her smile. He hesitated for a few moments before he shuffled out of Draco’s arms, off the bed, to his knees next to Molly and wrapped her arms around her, head tucked under her chin.
Molly didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around the small teen before Harry started to sob quietly.
“Oh Harry, it’s going to be okay. We will keep you safe. I am sorry we weren’t able to before.”
They just sat for nearly ten minutes with Harry crying quietly and Molly giving any comfort she could manage, Draco sitting on the bed watching helplessly. Molly felt Harry become still and quiet in her arms, she managed to gently pick her up and lay her carefully next to Draco without waking her.
“Thanks, she really needs you at the moment, needs a parent to take care of her. Having me and her friends just isn’t enough,” Draco told her.
“She isn’t the only one who needs to be looked after. Draco you are eighteen years old and you have been forced into becoming a father to a child that is likely to be hunted by a madman. You can pretend to be all strong for Harry’s sake but who is looking after you.” Molly stared into the blond teen’s eyes, which were already showing hints of tears. “Let me be there for you too, okay.”
She reached over and wiped a tear from Draco’s cheek. “Now you will get some sleep too, I am going to go and have a word with Hermione and my youngest son about leaving you out of Order business. The two of you have enough to be worrying about already.”
Draco frowned. “Harry won’t like that you know.”
“Yes, I know, I am guessing you won’t like it much either, but you are BOTH going to let me take care of things around here for a while,” Mrs Weasley told him with a small smile before she closed the door to their room behind her.
“Crap, I had so forgotten how difficult mothers can be.”
Draco lay down with a sigh, gave Harry a small kiss on the back of her head, and closed his eyes in hope of finding sleep.
-#-
The next few days passed slowly and relatively quietly. Harry had initially thrown a fit that Mrs Weasley was keeping him out of Order business but she soon realised that the witch, who was the closest thing she had to a mother, was not going to give in.
Harry was stood just outside the front door of Andromeda’s home watching the darkly clad figures in the distance, just beyond the wards which were hiding the house from view. It seemed that Voldemort had finally figured out that this was a likely location for where they were hiding out.
Harry pulled the blanket she had over her shoulders tighter around herself to keep the sharp January cold at bay.
“What are you doing out here it's freezing.” Draco wrapped his arms around his small girlfriend and followed her eye line to see what she was looking at. “Merlin’s beard, Harry! Get back in the house now! Those are Death Eaters!” Draco’s voice was filled with panic and he had moved in front of Harry, trying to move her back towards the door.
“Draco… Draco… DRACO, STOP!” Finally managing to get the blond’s attention, she attempted to calm him. “They can’t see us, stop panicking. I have been watching them for about half an hour already. The protections are working. They seem to know where the house should be but can’t find it.”
Still holding tightly onto Harry’s arm, Draco watched as a pair of Death eaters walked the length of the distant borders of the property and wards, before mumbling to each other and heading back around again.
“Okay fine, they can’t see us but please, Harry, love, can you come back inside? If they do ever manage to get through those wards then I don't want the first thing they see to be you.”
Harry furrowed her brow in mild annoyance but with a sigh, let Draco lead her back into the house.
“Dinner will be ready in about half an hour boys, could you….Are you okay?” Mrs Weasley noticed the frowns that were on both of their faces.
“Draco made me come back inside. I was enjoying the fresh air,” Harry sulked.
“I made you come back inside because there are Death Eaters patrolling the boundaries,” Draco almost growled at the pouting teen.
“WHAT?” Mrs Weasley yelped as she dropped the potato she was peeling.
“Don’t worry the wards are working. They can’t even tell that there is a house here.” Harry was far too calm for either of the others liking.
“I am going to go let the others know, find out if the other properties have lurking Death Eaters too.” Mrs Weasley told them, handing over the peeler to Harry. “Harry, finish peeling the potatoes, would you, dear?”
Harry nodded as he watched the older witch disappear into the other room, and he heard the whoosh of the floo a few moments later.
-#-
Harry had finished teaching Draco how to boil potatoes by the time Molly Weasley had returned; she confirmed that there had been a few Death Eaters seen around The Burrow and that George thought he had seen someone who might have been a Death Eater lurking outside of Grimmauld place. They couldn’t decide whether this was comforting, in that Voldemort didn’t know for sure where they were, or worrying, in that he had been able to send his minions fairly accurately to three different Order houses.
As the wards and protective enchantments seemed to all be holding, they had agreed there was nothing to be done about it. At the moment, everyone seemed to agree it was best that Harry and Draco remained focused on Harry’s ever-improving health and on learning everything they would need to know when in a few months time they would hold their son for the first time.
They decided to go to bed early, as Harry was tired but Draco’s mind hadn’t stopped churning since that moment he realised that Harry was standing watching Death Eaters out the front of the house. It was now very much keeping him awake.
“Harry?” he whispered to the small girl, whose back was pressed against his chest, her small form almost completely hidden beneath the large warm covers.
“Hmm,” she mumbled, half asleep.
“Would you think I was totally crazy if I suggested we get married?” Draco asked as casually, as though he was asking about what Harry wanted for dinner tomorrow.
“Hmmm,” she mumbled again. “Wait, what!?” Harry rolled over to stare wide-eyed at the blond as the words sank in. “Married? Why...? I mean why now?”
“Yeah, married and for a few reasons actually.” He leant up on his elbow to look down into bright green eyes. “Partly because today scared me. The idea that something could happen to one of us and we wouldn’t be married, that we wouldn’t technically be family just seems wrong.” Draco took a deep breath and continued staring into Harry’s eyes, begging her silently to understand as he attempted to explain.
“Everything we went through, it broke me, more than I would like anyone to think but you make it possible for me to wake up each day and carry on and, honestly, I think it must be at least similar for you. I know you want to become a guy again when you can, and it scares me that I could lose you. I want you to be committed to me, as selfish as I know that must sound." Draco took a quick breath and ploughed on. "Not to mention once you are male again it will be much more difficult for us to get married. The full bonding ceremonies are not permitted to be performed on same-sex couples and I really do want to be yours forever. But most importantly of all, I love you, I will always love you and there seems no point in waiting to declare that to the rest of the world.”
“Okay.”
Draco blinked in confusion, had Harry just agreed?
“Okay?” he asked for clarification, just in case he had been hearing things.
“Yes, okay, I will marry you.”
The blond didn’t hesitate for another second before pressing his lips hard against Harry’s, his hand automatically moving in gentle circles over her pregnant belly. Tongue battled and Harry didn’t take long to rid Draco of the pyjama top he was wearing, sliding a hand passed the elastic waist of his trousers to feel how much he wanted her. Harry gave Draco’s shoulder a gentle push and quickly as she could, given their child inside her, managed to sit over his waist, a leg either side of him
“Eek.” Draco was sure he had never made that noise before but he hadn’t expected Harry to suddenly be so dominant. “Harry, what are you doing?”
“Well I was planning on celebrating my engagement with my new fiancé, is that okay with you, dear?” Harry was smirking, a real genuine smirk and Draco was not sure he had ever been so turned on before in his life.
“I think I could be persuaded… oh, Merlin’s beard, yes.” Draco groaned as Harry shifted so that her arse rubbed against the man she was sitting on.
Chuckling lightly Harry knelt up slightly, lifting herself up enough to help Draco out of his pyjama trousers. Suddenly eternally glad that she had opted to wear a nightgown, she let it ride up to her waist and, using one hand on his hips to brace herself and the other on his member, impaled herself.
They both groaned their approval of the sensations and their unity, Draco’s head was thrown back, pushing into his pillows, eyes and mouth both wide open. Harry’s eyes were heavy with lust and the control and pregnancy hormones just made everything ten times more arousing. She used her arms on his hips to hold him down, whilst using her legs to ride him. The pace was slow and torturous but emotional and so loaded with affection that neither of them wanted to hurry things along.
Draco managed to get his thoughts together enough to move one of his hands to the front of her hip, his thumb making small circles on her clit, just above where he was disappearing into her repeatedly. The whole sight was mesmerising and when Harry lifted herself almost completely off him only to harshly force him back inside again, he almost came undone.
-#-
“Hermione?” Pansy called when she knocked on the former Gryffindor girl’s office door.
She had managed to get away from the group of Death Eaters she was supposed to be with and had come to the Order to see if they knew anything about what was going down. The last week or so they had been ordered to search several apparently random locations, which of course Pansy knew full well were Order hideouts. It seemed strange that given how uninterested Voldemort had been in any Order activities as of late.
“Come in,” Hermione called back a few moments later. “Pansy, hi, everything okay?”
“Yeah, mostly; as much as it ever is. I wanted to ask you though… is something going on? Some of our orders have seemed different this last week or so. Like he is looking for something, something which seems to be in an Order safe house.” Pansy was leaning against the doorway as she spoke and watching Hermione carefully.
“Well, okay, I was really hoping you would stop by, there is something you need to know.” Hermione finally looked up from the pile of paperwork and got out of her chair.
“Harry and Draco are alive,” Hermione told her after a few moments.
“YES! I knew it!” Pansy exclaimed excitedly. “Wait, that’s what he is looking for?” An understanding finally settling over the Slytherin, as she moved towards the other girl.
Hermione nodded before trying to explain. “They are, well, kind of together. It is complicated.”
“Complicated? Together?” Pansy was frowning in slight confusion. “They were in the same place?”
Hermione nodded again. “Yes, but that’s not…”
Pansy’s eyes were really wide now. “Oh! You mean together, together. Well, I can’t say I am completely surprised by that, but I assumed that if the pair of them didn’t manage to figure it out during our school years they just might never manage it.”
Hermione was now the one looking shocked. She shook her head to clear her mind because she knew she needed to finish explaining before Pansy insisted on being taken to Draco. “There’s something else you need to know. A couple of something’s actually.”
Pansy raised an eyebrow at this and waited patiently for the other girl to get to the point. She hoped this wasn’t going to take too long, she was really quite excited about the prospect of getting to see her old friend again.
“Well, there isn’t an easy way to explain this without it taking a long time so… essentially Harry is a girl at the moment and about seven months pregnant with Draco’s child.” Hermione spoke quickly. It was still too weird for her to talk about normally just yet.
“Oh.” Pansy was staring. “Well that, I have to admit, I did NOT see coming.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Hermione agreed, running a hand over her face to try and clear some of the tiredness she was feeling.
“Can we go see Draco, I really need to see he is okay with my own two eyes. Besides, who am I to pass up and opportunity to see a pregnant Harry Potter and make fun of him for letting Draco have sex with him.” Pansy chuckled.
“NO!” Hermione exclaimed, glaring at the other girl. “Yes, I will take you to see Draco and Harry, but they have been through hell. Let’s just say that neither of them were exactly consensual in the conception of that child, just… just be careful what you say, okay.”
“Oh wow, yeah, okay, I get it. I won’t say anything.” Pansy looked solemn and Hermione had no trouble genuinely believing she would not say anything that would upset either Harry or Draco.
-#-
“Oh Merlin, Draco, so good.” Harry was barely able to figure out what words she was speaking and Draco wasn’t exactly any more coherent.
Both were so lost in sensations they were causing each other that they heard neither the knock on the door nor the sound of it gently being pushed open.
“Holy mother of…!” Hermione almost squealed at the sight of her friend literally riding the blond Slytherin. “Sorry, Pansy is here, she wants to see you both,” she said in a hurry, quickly covering her eyes and backing out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Draco was laughing and Harry was even more flushed that she had been before.
“Harry,” Draco purred, getting her attention back on him, pushing himself up into her. “Come for me, Harry.” And apparently, his words were enough, because in less than half a dozen more thrusts they both came completely unravelled.
Breathing deeply and trying to catch their breath; Harry lifted herself off of her fiancée and lay down next to him.
“Guess we should go say hi to Pansy and perhaps apologise to Hermione,” Harry suggested once she was able to speak again.
Draco laughed, "Yes to the going to say hi to Pansy, no to the apologising; we didn’t do anything wrong, Harry.” Draco leant over and kissed Harry on the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “Come on, let’s not keep them waiting.”
-#-
“I could have quite happily lived my whole life without seeing that,” Hermione told Pansy as she came back downstairs to the kitchen. “They will be down in a couple of minutes. Tea?”
“Erm, no thanks. I take it they were somewhat busy.” Pansy chuckled at the slightly traumatised expression on Hermione’s face. “You Gryffindors are such prudes.”
“We are not,” Hermione insisted, pouting as she took a seat at the kitchen table opposite the former Slytherin girl.
“You so are, if your blush is anything to go by.”
“Pansy!” Draco was stood in the doorway in a black flannel bathrobe grinning at the sight of his friend.
“Draco, move into the kitchen please; someone is going to have hell to pay if I can’t have a cup of tea right now,” Harry commanded, her small hands on the blond’s back, pushing him forward enough that she was able to get passed.
Draco and Hermione chuckled at Harry but Pansy was staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
“Wow, erm… you’re so tiny, really a girl and well VERY pregnant,” She managed to exclaim quietly after a few seconds, still not able to look away from the small girl, who was busying herself with heating water for tea.
“Hermione didn’t tell you?” Draco inquired with a small frown.
“No, she did, it’s just one thing to know and quite another to actually see.”
Harry either had completely missed the discussion they were having about him or had decided the creation of hot beverages was a higher priority. Draco smirked to himself when he concluded it was probably the latter.
“You do make a very pretty girl though, Harry, I guess if I was going to lose Draco to anyone it would be to a female Harry Potter.” Pansy gave Draco her best impression of his own trademark smirk.
“Erm, thanks.” Harry managed a small smile as he acknowledged Pansy for the first time, coming back over with his newly made cup of tea, to lean against Draco who still was only just inside the doorway and didn’t seem to even notice when he started running his fingers through the ends of her hair.
“How the hell were the two of you having sex when Harry is so short and heavily pregnant because that is bringing a few very graphic images to mind, I don’t mind saying;” This made Harry splutter over the sip of tea he had just taken, “or should I just Hermione for details?” Pansy was grinning widely at the flush that had covered both Harry and Hermione’s faces, whilst Draco wasn’t able to keep from laughing.
“See, I told you Gryffindors were prudes,” Pansy declared proudly making Draco just laugh harder. “I missed you Draco, no one else laughs at my jokes.”
“Yeah, I missed you too but don’t think that doesn’t mean that I’m not mad at you for putting yourself in danger by going back to the Death Eaters.” The blond was frowning now and Pansy at least had the sense to look guilty.
“Come on, let’s go sit comfortably, talk about happier things for a while,” Hermione said, getting to her feet and gently encouraging Harry and Draco to lead the way to the other room.
“Happier things?” Pansy asked getting to her feet and following the other three as they headed to the front room. “I wasn’t aware that there were many happy things left to talk about.”
Harry climbed onto the sofa and curled up against Draco, both of them automatically placing hands over the pregnancy bump and indicating that Pansy should take a seat next to Hermione on the sofa opposite them.
“How about you being the Best Man, well Woman, at our wedding?” Draco suggested causing Harry to chuckle lightly.
“What?” Hermione and Pansy exclaimed at the same time.
This turned Harry’s chuckle into an all-out laugh. “I don’t think they were expecting that.”
“Well that was pretty stupid of them then, I thought it was more or less inevitable. Like you would ever be able to resist me.” Draco was looking more than just a little bit smug.
“Arse.” Harry mumbled and gave her fiancée a playful shove, but there was an undertone of such affection that Pansy accidentally made a noise that sounded a lot like ‘aww’; though she would later adamantly deny this.
“You are really going to get married?” Pansy asked.
“When did you decide this?” Hermione was happy for them but couldn’t help but feel nervous about how quickly they had decided to do it.
“Only a few hours ago. We were celebrating when we were so rudely interrupted.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco.
“Well then yes, I would be honoured, assuming I can get away without raising to many questions, which I am sure that I can.” Pansy was grinning from ear-to-ear, she didn’t care how girly it might seem but she really did love weddings.
“Ron is going to be pissed though. Will you tell him, Hermione?” Harry did her most pleading, puppy dog eyed look at her best friend.
“No, you don’t. That might work on Draco but you will not make me do your dirty work.” Hermione shook her head at her friend and had to hold back a laugh when the pregnant teen started to pout.
“I know you are going to think this is crazy but do you mind if I talk to him, Harry?” Draco looked uncharacteristically nervous. “I just want a chance to explain to him. I don’t want him to just come to terms with us getting married, I want him to be happy for you. He is your best friend, you deserve that much,” Draco explained.
“You are right about one thing, I do think that is crazy.” Harry looked like he was stuck between flattered and just confused. “How are you planning to get him to even listen to you?”
“I was hoping Hermione would be there too. I mean, I will do the talking but just to get him to listen in the first place.” The blond gave a half-pleading, half-shy smile in her direction.
“We can try.” Hermione shrugged, unconvinced that she had as much control over the red-head as the others seemed to think she did.
“You really want to be the one to tell him?” Harry asked Draco with a raised eyebrow, still half thinking that he surely must have been joking.
“Yeah, I am sure; I think I owe it to all of us to try to explain why I can’t ever live without you now,” Draco stated, placing a small kiss on the top of Harry’s head.
As Harry’s head was still tucked under his chin, Draco missed the smile that was stuck on her face at his words; Hermione and Pansy, however, didn’t.
“Okay, I will do what I can to get him to hear you out, Draco.” Hermione agreed a few minutes later, wanting to see that happy expression on her friend’s face more often.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Love Forced Upon Us *COMPLETE*

Love Forced Upon Us COMPLETE